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wisdom can be found
in forgetting
love is stitched on a
white canvas
an array of colors
red for bleeding
is an illusion to the eyes
it’s calm blue deep
within
and forgiveness
may be a life raft
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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may my smile
be forever loving
as I play in life
new roles and adjust
words as a tight dress
may wind clothe me
forever changing
just that loving smile
let that one survive
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain
these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas
needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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it has been long
since I spent
a winter in the north
since I saw trees
undressed months
on a row or tea
time served with
cold sunsets
no cups of love
to hold now
with frozen
fingertips
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Una sorpresa per questa domenica pre-pasquale (sembro un pulcino appena uscito dall’uovo), il segmento della mia intervista in diretta a Seilatv – Pomeriggio216. Racconto dei miei viaggi nella California del Sud dove ho “raccolto” i miei due volumi poetici bilingue California Notebooks
A early Easter surprise (yes, I look like a chick that just cracked off the egg in this interview, LOL) a live interview for an Italian TV where I tell about my trips to California where I “gathered” poetic inspiration and where I wrote the two volumes of the California Notebooks
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a river pouring
you are not rushing
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
to be tell me what is
new today with you
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raccolgo le parole
come margherite
in un campo nuovo
attenta a tenerle
in piccoli mazzi
mai così belle
come appena scoperte
un ricordo di meraviglia
arrossiscono si chiudono
sul loro significato
si coprono il cuore
schive della verità
piuttosto prossima
al nostro spirito sordo
che rammenta solo
un paio di note
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Poesia tratta da “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli
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we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs
jump for joy
the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out
slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars
he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender
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and then
there was that
truck fading away
into the curve after
having committed a
crime I witnessed
I knew I could be
of help if I memorized
the plate but I could
remember only three
numbers and its
shape – none
when I woke up
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cultivate love
not for one person
alone distinguish
like from love
choose to love
you will grow the
perfect climate
to rise in beauty
in good company
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lets not forget
the improvised song
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
wings flapping
nervously sounding
almost metallic
that clear it seems
lighter than
daylight
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if I could keep my bones
warm and dry my heart
delicately swelling inside
as my eyes roam the air
grabbing not sure how
the poetic words that
make my life worth
living resounding
as a gentle
chime
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the sun slowly
downs on early
winter afternoons
his pale light is
silent gentleness
like the quite women
serving in an office
with the interior
smile turned on
to make everyday
a wonderful act
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if I could
if I just could
lean over you
desert mountain
and embrace you
until my heart feels
yours until your song
becomes mine
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what is a poem
but a hiding place
a launching board
to the sky a secret
green house where
to grow dreams to
water the sight of
the unseen to pick
eternity’s scent
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